Part 35 (2/2)

But it might, when it was mended, be far stronger.

Gently, Michael removed her brother's lifeless hand from Nikol's grasp, laid the still hand across the still breast.A soft blue radiance surrounded them. Nicholas opened his eyes. He rose. He was once more clad in knightly armor, the symbol of the crown glittering on his breastplate. All marks of his suffering and pain were gone.

Nikol reached out to him, joy lighting her face. But Nicholas backed a step away from her.

”Nicholas?” Nikol faltered. ”Why won't you come with me?”

”Let him go, my lady,” Michael told her. ”Paladine waits for him.”

Nicholas smiled at her rea.s.suringly, then he turned away and began walking toward the stairs, toward the Lost Citadel.

”Nicholas!” Nikol cried in anguish. ”Where are you going?”

The knight did not reply, but kept walking.

Nikol ran after him. ”Let me come with you!”

The knight paused on the steps of the ruined temple, looked back at his sister sadly, pleadingly, as if begging her to understand.

The blue light grew stronger. The radiant figure of the G.o.ddess materialized, standing beside the knight.

”For now, you two must part. But take with you the knowledge that someday you once more will be together.”

Mishakal's gaze went to Michael. The G.o.ddess held out her hand to him. ”You may come, Brother, if you choose.”

The holy light that surrounded them shone from the medallion around Michael's neck. He clasped his hand around it thankfully. He recalled with aching heart the beauty and the wonders of the worlds beyond. The light of his medallion strengthened, shone on Nikol's face. He saw her standing alone in the darkness, bereft and forlorn, not understanding. There would be many, many more like her in the dread days to come.

”I will stay,” said Michael.

Mishakal nodded wordlessly. The bridge flashed back into being, the door to the stars opened. The knight set foot upon the s.h.i.+ning span, turned for one last look at his sister, one rea.s.suring smile. Then he was gone. The bridge vanished. The blue light faded.

Next to Michael, the mage began to cough.

”Finally!” Raistlin muttered.

He wrapped his black robes closely about his thin body and clasped the magical staff. He spoke a word of magic.

The crystal's light flared, nearly blinding Michael. The cleric held his hand before his eyes to block out the painful glare.

”Wait!” he called. ”You claim to know the future!

What will happen to us! Tell us what you see!”

The mage's image was starting to fade. For a moment it wavered, and, as it did so, it altered, startlingly. The black robes changed to red, the hair whitened, the skin glistened gold, the eyes had pupils the shape of hourgla.s.ses.

”What do I see?” Raistlin repeated softly. ”In a world of the faithless, you are the only one who is faithful. And, because of that, you will be reviled, ridiculed, persecuted.”

The golden eyes s.h.i.+fted to Nikol. ”But I see one who loves you, who will risk all to defend you.” ”You see this happening to us?” Nikol faltered. Raistlin's mouth twisted in a bitter smile. ”To myself.” He was gone. Nikol andMichael stood in the chill dawn of a gray morning. They stood alone, together.

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